Let the Air Find You

The morning light is already on your face, but you are still working so hard to stay alive. You have forgotten how to let the air enter without commanding it.

You are managing a process that was designed to manage you. The mask you wear for the world demands this control, this constant, conscious effort to prove you are functioning.

But the light does not need your permission to sustain you. It breathed in you before you ever knew your own name.

The same power that woke the sun this morning is already expanding your lungs while your mind tries to take the wheel. You do not have to hold your life together.

The breath is a gift, not a task. Put the mask down.

Let the air find you.